Potential Part 3

Disclaimers: This is a creative, nonfiction story based on actual events. All names, locations and time-lines have been changed to protect the guilty. I have also added details and events to make it a good story while maintaining anonymity.
Story note:
Yes, the story starts slow. That is out of respect for anyone the story is based on or anyone reading who has been in a similar situation. In real life these things take years to develop. If you only want to read about sex, then the first part of this story isn’t for you. Skip ahead to later chapters when the action gets going. The beginning is all about character and plot development.


Potential
by Bistander


Chapter 3
Evil Secrets in the Girl’s Club




The next morning, Evan had a blank slate to work with. There was nothing like a good night sleep to clear the mind. He wasn’t thinking about racing, Gloria’s panties, her tits or his mom doing laundry. It was Friday, and even though he had to go to school, school had a different vibe on Friday, especially when the school year was almost over. Plus, his talk with Deana had helped him, not just because of her idea to talk to Cindy, it was more than that. She had done something for him that he didn’t even understand, but he had more hope.
When he reached the kitchen, he remember the thing he didn’t even want to think about. It wasn’t right to think about your parents having sex. He wanted his beautiful step-mom to be treated like the goddess she was, she deserved that much, and he didn’t think his father did that, so he didn’t deserve to have sex with her. Compassion and anger were a dangerous emotional cocktail.
Candy was standing at the sink washing dishes. His father’s car was already gone. “Good morning, Mom,” he said, and put his hands on her shoulders.
Candy said, “Good morning,” but didn’t look at him.
It wasn’t until his hands started massaging that he realized it had been too long since he’d touched her that way. When she groaned and rolled her head, he remembered why it had been so long. Last time, the energy that flowed from her into his hands made him nervous, and the sensual sway of his mom’s body had frightened him. It was happening again, but he wasn’t nervous or frightened, he embraced it, and treated her the way she deserved to be treated. She was a wonderful woman, and his first crush.
“Mm, Evan,” Candy said, “thank you. That feels so good. You have magic hands.”
His mother’s voice snapped him out of the trance he was in and he was embarrassed by the thoughts he’d been enjoying. If his father was in the same zip code, he’d never touch her that way. “It’s the least I can do considering all you do for me,” he said.
“You must want something,” she said.
“No, that’s not it, I’m just a great son.” He worked harder with his hands. “Oh, me and Deana were talking and she wanted to know if you had pictures from when we were kids.”
“You’re still kids,” she said, and took a long pause. “I’ll think about it.”
He knew he made her uncomfortable by her flat tone and the tightening of her shoulders, so he let it drop. Had she thought they didn’t think of her as their real mother?
“Me next,” Deana said.
Evan was glad Deana showed up and yanked his hands away from Candy’s neck. “Oh, no,” he said. “I think your foot gets enough massages already. Mom, you know she makes me rub her nasty feet when I’m driving her.”
“Really,” Candy said, and turned. “I wish I had someone to rub my feet. You’re a lucky girl, Deana.”
“Jeez,” he said, and shivered at the thought of rubbing his mom’s feet, then one side of her bathrobe bowed out and for a second he thought he saw it. Could he have actually seen the brown ring of her nipple? “It figures you’d say that. Girl’s club, I guess.”
“You’re a good brother,” she said, and stroked his cheek.
“He’s all right, for a brother,” Deana said, and chuckled.
“Whatever,” he said. “Come on, lets go or I’ll be late and the Wicked Witch of Homeroom will burn me at the stake.” He needed to get the hell away from the vibe his mother was putting out.
Jason’s House
The bathroom door was partially open and Jason could see Becky at the sink, brushing her teeth. Her back was to him and her night shirt only reached to the creases at the top of her thighs. He thought about turning away, but all that talk about Deana’s underwear made him stay. Becky leaned over to spit and rinse her mouth. Jason held his breath. Her shirt lifted, her ass pushed back and her cheeks parted. Suddenly, where there had been nothing a second ago, his sister’s pussy appeared like a target for his penis. As she leaned in to suck some water from the tap, her pussy-lips gave up their tight seal and showed him that pink spot where he’d shove his cock into her. The moist, inner meat glistened and mocked his growing dick. Walk away, he told himself, and continued to stare. His sister had developed a beautiful, fat pussy.
Becky turned towards the toilet and pulled her shirt up to her waist. He held his breath. Her white ass cheeks and the even whiter gap between them made him want to shout, turn in a circle, then kneel down to kiss it, lick it and worship her ass.
His sister’s crotch pushed forward and a stream of piss splashed into the water. It got him even more excited. It was amazing how much piss could blast out of such a skinny girl. He was glad she still had a thing about standing up and pissing. He had always loved to watch her pee.
The abrupt end of blasting piss was followed by a short burst and two quick splashes. Becky stiffened, grabbed her crotch, roughly swished her hand back-and-forth, then shivered. After standing there frozen for a few seconds, she sucked her fingers. Had he just seen her getting off and tasting her own fluids?
Jason retreated to his room, where he’d have to spank his monkey, thinking about the time Becky stood like that and pissed on Paula Dunkin’s book-bag at the bus stop, while everyone watched. She told him Paula deserved it for lying about her, but he suspected it was more fun than payback. Maybe one day he’d ask her about it.


On the way to school, Becky sat sideways on the back seat of the bus with her legs stretched across the seat. She was holding the spot for one of the older girls who got on the bus later. That was expected of her, but she didn’t resent it, or any of the other things she had to do. Being someone’s Bitch had it’s advantages, especially when that person could help her fulfill her fantasies and achieve her goals. She could hardly wait to talk about the teeth brushing incident. It baffled her that her brother hadn’t cracked yet. She’d really been turning it on lately, making sure Jason knew what she had, but always in an innocent, “Oops, did I show my ass,” kind of a way. He was determined to honor his promise to their mother, but she knew he was looking at her differently. It was just a matter of time now.
At School, lunch period came quickly for Evan. All morning his teachers reviewed for finals and he thought about his mother and how she had responded to his hands. Was she offering to let him rub her feet? He was sorry he’d asked about the past and spoiled a perfect moment. She’d told him at least twice that their father didn’t want them to think about the past.
Jason waved to him from a table at the back of the cafeteria. Evan sat down and said, “What’s up, Dude? You awake?”
“Yeah, mostly,” Jason said. “Long night studying.”
Evan laughed. “You mean you were chatting with horny housewives all night, again?”
Jason smiled. “Something like that. Did you bring me any panties?”
“Jeez, not that again,” he said. “No panties, never any panties, forget I mentioned panties.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Like that’s possible. You brought up your sister’s underwear, the material that touches her pussy, and you expect me to forget about it. Shit, you fucked up my mind. That’s all I could think about last night, you fucking your sister.”
“Don’t say that,” Evan said. “It’s not like that. I don’t picture her in them or think about her, it’s just a weird fetish, I guess. Maybe all those herbs I’ve been experimenting with are messing up my mind, like when jocks get on steroids and they don’t realize they’re changing. I swear I get hard all the time and for no reason.”
“Are you serious?” Jason said. “That’s called being a teenager. Hey, have you ever seen your sister’s pussy?”
“No, never,” he said.
Jason said, “Do you expect me to believe you cum in her underwear, probably squirt right on that patch where her pussy lips go, and you don’t think that’s because you wanta do her? Like you’re not imagining how it would feel to be inside her.”
He heard Jason’s words loop through his head, each time they scared him more. “That’s what you think, what you think you would do, but only because she’s not your sister,” he said. Why the hell did Jason want him to do his sister?
“I’m just being real,” Jason said. “You must want to. I would. You’re twins, can’t you tell if she’d be into it? She can’t date, so you’re the only guy around. It’s you or go lesbo.”
“It’s not like we share a brain or can read minds,” he said. “Not that it matters anyway, she’s my sister. I wouldn’t even be able to sport wood. It just wouldn’t work.”
“That’s what would make it so good…she’s your sister,” Jason said. “At least get a blow job.”
“I’m worried about you,” he said. “Let’s talk about something else. Hey, I might get to race…”


After school, Evan waited by his car for his sister. Rebecca’s voice pierced the air from across the parking lot. Deana’s long black hair was trailing behind her on the breeze and the gymnast, Rebecca, was walking backwards talking to her.
As they approached, Deana said, “Driver, take me and my guest to the palace,” then with the back of her hand pressed to her forehead, she blew out a long swish of air. “Why have you not already opened our doors? It shall be terribly hot and we might break a sweat.”
Evan glared at his sister, then played along. “My Lady,” he said, “such a thing shall never happen again. Please spare my head from the guillotine.” They laughed and got into the car. Friday was always more fun. He had a feeling it was going to be a great weekend.
He closed his door and started the car. Rebecca’s hands circled his neck and he looked at her in the mirror. “Did you get me a big surprise yet?” she asked, her grip tightening.
He shrugged against her soft hands. “I’ve got a big surprise right here for you,” he said.
“Ooh.” She giggled. “Is it bigger than a carrot but smaller than a cucumber?”
“Rebecca!” Deana slapped her friend’s arm. “Don’t encourage him. You’ll be sorry.”
Evan said, “I might get you something, if you’re good.”
“Highly unlikely,” Deana said. “Come on, let’s go.”
By the time they reached Rebecca’s house, he had listened enough to know Deana was spending the night there. He was glad it wasn’t the other way around because he didn’t trust himself with the soft handed, dirty minded gymnast. “What are y’all going to do tonight,” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Deana said.
“Not really, I was just making conversation,” he said. “Probably be boring.” He faked a yawn.
“We’ll probably be making out,” Rebecca said.
“Shut up, Reb.” Deana opened her door and got out. “Watch yourself, he’ll try and sneak-a-peek at your underwear.”
Rebecca slid forward. “If you want to see my panties, all you have to do is ask.” She lifted her skirt for a full count of three, then jumped out of the car.
“See,” Deana said, “I told you she couldn’t be good.”
Evan leaned across the car and said, “You two wouldn’t dare kiss.”
“Oh yeah,” Deana said.
When the kiss ended, Rebecca and Evan were silent. Deana looked at her brother and said, “You look like you’re catching flies. Close your mouth.”
He said, “Nice acting. I gotta go.” It didn’t look like acting and the tumbler seemed as surprised as he was.
Evan squealed the tires, and he was gone. Rebecca said,“Wow, you really showed him.”
Deana grinned. “That’ll give the perv something to think about.”
“Um, yeah, I bet he’ll be doing a lot more than thinking.”
Deana faced Rebecca and took her hands in hers.